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I’m tired of seeing all the other Eddie loving girlies saying that they couldn’t get him.
GIRL YOU COULD
SO EASILY.
This man gets no bitches, absolutely zero play. You start talking to him?? And showing him the most baseline level of kindness??? He will be PUTTY in your hands. He will fall for you SO. HARD.
#Willow’s warbles#he will FOLD IMMEDIATELY IM TELLING YOU#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#reader x Eddie Munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#st eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things season 4#reader x stranger things#stranger things season four#stranger things imagine
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"don't you dare fuckin' come, because if you do, i'll come, too." - MountainDew ♡♡
It was like being hidden under the draping arms of a willow tree the way Dew's hair fell over his shoulders. Safe and concealed from the world behind that pale curtain, it's where Mountain falls apart. Where he's allowed to drift aimlessly in a warm, vacant, state.
His thoughts are a million miles away. Concerns even further, Dew made sure of that - it was the main reason he had the earth ghoul folded up under him. The weight of the world was a heavy burden to shoulder, and it weighed him down like cement but Dew came along to give him permission to float with firm hands and an edged tone. Unraveled him from the bramble of his own mind with a patience that made it so easy to fall.
And Mountain was grateful.
Grateful for the way Dew pushed his knees up to his shoulders, how his eyes never seemed to stray, that he fucked into him hard enough to keep every worry buried under the mounds of cotton filling his skull.
He had to force his eyes to focus on the ghoul poised above him and even then the only thing he could seem to fix his gaze on was the kiss bruised red of his lips. Mountain reached for him, to be sure Dew, as ethereal as he was, was real. His thumb dragged over his lower lip and Dew wasted no time kissing the rough pad of his finger, earning a breathy giggle from him.
"Take me so good baby, got so wet and I haven't even touched your cock..."
Mountain lifted his head and whimpered at the sight of himself laying hard against his belly. Neglected, the tip was an angry shade of red as it leaked like a fucking faucet into the lines on his stomach. A mess it he couldn't make himself care about.
"You like dripping on daddy's cock?"
His breath hitched. Hand flying to clamp over his mouth before a shameful moan could spill out but with a particularly rough thrust, enough to jolt his entire body, Mountain couldn't muffle it. Perfectly wanton. Dew grinned.
"Know you do, can tell...Fuck, you get so messy, just like Rain does. He's so good for me, but you're my good boy, right?"
Mountain nodded as the color bloomed like roses in his cheeks.
"Say it."
"I-" His voice warbled. It's the first time Dew's told him to speak in hours, and Mountain was entirely content to be the docile pet Dew liked him to be. He could've easily forgotten he had a voice to begin with. His tongue was heavy and formed .the words clumsily. "I'm your good boy."
Dew groaned as he pressed back into the velvety warmth that was the earth ghoul. No matter how much prep, Mountain was always tight. Like his body just wanted to pull Dew in and keep him forever.
"Feed yourself to me."
He could feel the splotchy flush creeping deeper into his skin, claiming him in embarrassment, as he swirled two fingers through the small puddle of pre gathering in the crease of his hip. Hot and sticky. Dew's lips parted automatically to take his offering. Watching his fingers disappear in his mouth made him dizzy, but it was nothing compared to the feeling that washed over him at the first flick of that clever tongue. Mountain felt his cock practically jump, something flipping in his gut.
Dew let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl as he sucked each finger clean. He pressed forward, forcing those thick digits damn near down his own throat.
"Oh fuck-" The fire ghoul breathed as he pulled off with a little pop, leaving Mountain glistening with his spit. "You even taste good for me too, sweet like honey."
"Daddy," he whined too far under to feel the typical shame he might have on any other occasion. No room to be shy when Dew had put smoke where something as trivial as humiliation once was. "Harder, harder, I can feel it I'm-"
Nails pressed into the back of his thighs. Dew's sweet smile turned cold, stern. It made him feel small.
"Don't you dare fucking cum," he punctuated his sentence, his warning, his command, with a thrust that hit home. The head of his cock bumped and dragged against that sweet spot that made Mountain's jaw go slack and his eyes roll back. It didn't help him stay away from the edge whatsoever. "Because if you do, I'll cum too, and I'm not fucking done with you. Still smart enough to remember your own name, daddy hasn't fucked you stupid yet."
#i need subby mountain so bad all the time u dont get it#void writing#writing#spicy tag#mountain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#sodo ghoul#the band ghost#ghost the band#nameless ghouls#answered
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A little Tanthamore one shot for my first Willow fan fiction, dipping my toes in the water. The header is by hgstuff. It immediately follows their kiss on the Shattered Sea. I hope you like it!
“Somebody tell those two to get a room,” Graydon mock whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, tipping them a wink nobody could miss, even in the darkening light.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s only one room for like, about a hundred miles,” Kit snapped, but softly, her gaze never straying from Jade.
“Better grab it while it’s free, then.”
Jade laughed, sitting halfway up. She gave Kit a push, her fingertips against Kit’s sternum. She stood, reluctantly, so Jade too could rise. Jade offered Kit her hand, like a proper knight, and smiled. “Shall we, Princess?”
She had never been able to resist that smile, that glint in Jade’s eyes. But this . . . Oh, this smile was special. It was the smile that held everything they’d dreamed of, all those years of looking and longing. It was full of promise.
It took her breath away.
She took Jade’s hand, and they rose together. The sleigh was still, the mudmander asleep, a curious rhythmic warble marking its breaths. The creature’s snores were oddly endearing. They trod carefully so’s not to wake it. And beyond, the small cabin, barely larger than a cupboard back home.
“Well, it’s cramped,” Jade murmured, and Kit could hear the smile in her voice. She turned to face her and it became a grin. “But I can make it work.”
Kit touched her cheek. Ran her thumb gently across Jade’s cheekbone. “Yeah,” she whispered, “I think we can make anything work.”
#just like a small thing I wrote this evening#I’m happy to do longer pieces too!#willow 2022#kit tanthalos#jade claymore#tanthamore#willow fan fiction
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I guess it's time I share my list of birds from this past Jewish year (I've been keeping two Big Year lists, Jewish year and secular year). All are from the US, except the last few which are indicated.
1. Ruby-crowned kinglet
2. American Robin
* Leucistic American Robin
3. Song sparrow
4. Rock pigeon
* Melanistic rock pigeon
5. Chipping sparrow
6. Hairy woodpecker
7. Mourning dove
8. Northern flicker
9. Eastern towhee
10. White crowned sparrow
11. White-throated sparrow
12 Savannah sparrow
13. House sparrow
14. European starling
15. American Crow
16. Common Raven
17. Gray catbird
18. Northern mockingbird
19. Canada Goose
20. Spotted Sandpiper
21. American herring gull
22. Marsh wren
23. Limpkin
24. Great white heron
25. Cattle egret
26. Anhinga
27. Snowy egret
28. Great blue heron
29. Black-crowned night heron
30. Wood stork
31. Common gallinule
32. Blue-gray gnatcatcher
33. Turkey vulture
34. Black vulture
35. Yellow rumped warbler
36. Tufted titmouse
37. Little blue heron
38. White ibis
39. Cooper's hawk
40. Cardinal
41. Green heron
42. Carolina wren
43. Palm warbler
44. Pine warbler
45. Sandhill crane
46. Carolina chickadee
47. Bluejay
48. Osprey
49. Chimney swift
50. Red-tailed hawk
51. Prairie warbler
52. American kestrel
53. Glossy ibis
54. Pied-billed grebe
55. Double-crested cormorant
56. Grey kingbird
57. Brown pelican
58. Fish crow
59. Royal tern
60. Bald eagle
61. Painted bunting
62. American white pelican
63. Common grackle
64. Boat-tailed grackle
65. Great-tailed grackle
66. American purple gallinule
67. American coot
68. Brown-headed cowbird
69. Tricolored heron
70. Mallard
71. Black-bellied whistling duck
72. Eastern kingbird
73. Yellow-billed cuckoo
74. Muscovy duck
75. American bittern
76. Ring-billed gull
77. American Pekin
78. Mallard-Pekin hybrid
79. Eastern bluebird
80. Yellow-bellied sapsucker
81. Red-winged blackbird
82. White-eyed vireo
83. Mottled duck
84. Broad-winged hawk
85. Dark-eyed junco
86. Brown thrasher
87. Sharp-shinned hawk
88. House finch
89. Eastern Phoebe
90. Downy woodpecker
91. Fox sparrow
92. Loggerhead Shrike!!!!
93. White breasted nuthatch
94. Red-bellied woodpecker
95. Brown creeper
96. Pileated woodpecker
97. American goldfinch
98. House wren
99. Barn swallow
100. Tree swallow
101. Black and white warbler
102. Red eyed vireo
103. Yellow warbler
104. Mute swan
105. Rusty blackbird
106. Common yellowthroat
107. Warbling vireo
108. Northern waterthrush
109. Veery
110. Swamp sparrow
111. Wood duck
112. American redstart
113. Orchard oriole
114. Greater Yellowlegs
115. Lesser Yellowlegs
116. Baltimore oriole
117. Hermit thrush
118. Wood thrush
119. Ovenbird
120. Indigo bunting
121. Black-throated blue warbler
122. Scarlet tanager
123. Worm-eating warbler
124. Northern rough-winged swallow
125. Blue-headed vireo
126. Northern parula
127. Prothonotary warbler
128. Philadelphia vireo
129. Blackburnian warbler
130. Magnolia warbler
131. Cedar waxwing
132. Blackpoll warbler
133. Yellow-throated vireo
134. Eastern wood pewee
135. Acadian flycatcher
136. Tennessee warbler
137. Caspian tern
138. Laughing gull
139. Forster's tern
140. American oystercatcher
141. Green-winged teal
142. Purple Martin
143. Least tern
144. Field sparrow
145. Killdeer
146. Grey-cheeked thrush
147. Rose-breasted grosbeak
148. Great-crested flycatcher
149. Swainson's thrush
150. Bay-breasted warbler
151. Chestnut-sided warbler
152. Willow flycatcher
153. Ruby-throated hummingbird
154. Peregrine falcon
155. Hooded crow IL
156. Laughing dove IL
157. Eurasian collared dove IL
158. Eurasian jackdaw IL
159. Common myna IL
160. Rose-ringed parakeet IL
161. White spectacled bulbul IL
162. European bee eater IL
163. Chukar IL
164. Short toed snake eagle IL
165. White stork IL
166. Little egret IL
167. Pygmy cormorant IL
168. Eurasian hoopoe IL
169. Alpine swift IL
170. Graceful pinia IL
171. Eastern Olivaceous Warbler IL
172. Tristan's Starling IL
173. Fan tailed raven IL
174. Eurasian black cap IL
Here's to at least 200 next year!
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"On three?"
Hunter flexed his hand on the mic and gave Luz a nod over his shoulder. It was just a practice session, but still, the venue was technically open, which meant a couple employees bouncing between tasks and some people who had seemingly wandered in off the street, perhaps having heard the bass thumping and gotten curious.
The next song on their setlist was one they hadn't performed together yet. It was a cover of an older pop song, basically their bread and butter, and Hunter had made sure to listen to both versions, starting with the original then moving to the punk rock cover. He had practiced at home (singing in the shower, singing into his computer's microphone so he could play it back) and rehearsed the lyrics in his head as he walked downtown. Honestly, he preferred the original, but the cover undeniably had more punch, suited the Bad Girl Coven's style better.
Luz tapped her drumsticks, one two three, and the band came alive around him: Amity jumping into the main riff, Willow strumming the bass line at his side, Luz setting the rhythm, and Gus working his synthesizer.
"Kiss me, out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
I'll wear those shoes and you will wear that dress"
His voice started out a little warbling and uncertain, maybe just to his own ears, but that's what practice was for. No one down on the floor stopped what they were doing, but continued to mill around, consigning him to background music. As the first verse bled into the chorus, he intentionally loosened up, let himself sing as confidently as he had to the showerhead.
"Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me"
For a split second he caught Willow's eye and almost froze like a deer in the headlights. No no no. He wasn't ready to sing this to anyone. Least of all her. On reflex he glanced the other way, at Amity, who smiled encouragingly. The band was sounding flawless. He didn't want to mess this up.
"Kiss me, down by the broken treehouse
Swing me, upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map"
He let himself pretend the lights were dimmed, that the floor was packed with people singing and bouncing. While Amity had been coaching him on his singing, Luz was the one to remind him to go out and have a good time. How could the audience have fun if he wasn't? Maybe it was an oxymoron to focus on having fun, but he tried to let the self-consciousness slip away, replaced by the music filling his bones. He moved around the stage, let all of him be part of the performance.
"Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me"
He was feeling it now, gesticulating striking up the band, pointing to the imagined moon, rocking forward with the end of the chorus, pumping the mic along with Luz's drums as the instrumental bridge took over.
Then he made the mistake of looking over at their bassist. It was like her whole body moved with every strum of the strings, her skirt swishing around her legs. This came so easily to her, and with the lights making her hair a beautiful indigo, the brightness in her eyes, Hunter was transfixed.
"Kiss him already, jeez!" someone down near the bar shouted, just for a laugh.
It worked on Willow, her teeth flashing prettily, and Hunter felt his whole face heat up.
Distantly, he realized the band had stopped playing, with only Luz still working the drums. Willow gave him a quizzical look.
"Hunter!" Amity called, trying to get his attention.
"Dude, you were zoning out again. You forgot your cue." Gus seemed equal parts concerned and amused, perhaps noticing who had snared their singer's attention.
Hunter started, shaking himself out of it. "Sorry! I got... distracted."
"Maybe Willow and I should trade places," Gus teased, which did nothing to help the embarrassed flush on Hunter's face.
"Leave him alone, Gus," Willow said. "He's still adjusting, that's all."
Hunter attempted a laugh, but it was more a squeak. "Uh. Sorry, guys." He rubbed his neck, chagrined. "From the top?"
Luz counted them down. This time, Hunter nailed it.
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Inspired by Sol's awesome Band AU art! It's so cute, I'm obsessed!
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SCOM Side Story: Preview
So you all mentioned you wanted some more stories set earlier in the SCOM universe ... early Huntlow fluff (maybe Gus discovering elevator music ... which I have thoughts about!)
Sibling Antics and maybe some Hopkins harassment? Perhaps.
In honor of motivating my sister through NaNoWriMo I thought I would write something short and silly centered around Vee and Hunter's first Thanksgiving both as Nocedas. Probably 3-7 Chapters at most.
Working title is: "Thank You Consequence" which is from Alanis Morrisettes' song "Thank U."
Here's a preview.
“Hmmmmmm.” Hunter hummed along with the alarm on his scroll.
🎶Everybody seems to think I'm lazy
I don't mind, I think they're crazy 🎶
Warm, in his bed, in the basement of his home, he stretched like a wolf cub in a winter den. “Sleeping in” was a term that he hadn’t been familiar with in the Emperor’s Coven. He had been was dismayed at how easily Gus had ribbed him about this when they’d all arrived in the Human Realm the nearly a year and a half ago.
That was a time for nightmares, and uncertainty. That was a time where every day involved desperation and constant movement.
And anyway, the concept of “sleeping in” would have certainly been seen as sacrilege in the Emperor’s Coven.
Sleep was a luxury! Sleep only existed to give your body a basic need. Like rations did not need to taste good, they simply needed to keep hunger at bay, sleep should not feel good. The moment it did that was when you knew you were giving into luxuries not afforded to those tasked with the will of the Titan.
Sleep was soooooooo nice.
Hunter knew he should get up, as prompted by his alarm. He had to get to Hexside early to help Dell set up for Carving Club, but the sweet harmonies of The Beatles cast some sort of spell on him.
🎶 Runnin' everywhere at such a speed
'Til they find there's no need (there's no need)🎶
It was not a type of magic that offered stimulation– but more compelled him to beg his alarm for something sinful.
“Maybe I should have picked a more motivational song to wake up to?”
“Ten more minutes.” He begged the soothing voices of Lennon and McCartney.
Hunter rolled over in his bed and reached over towards his nightstand, past the bird shaped night light (he would need to recharge that later) and hit the snooze button on his scroll.
John and Paul stopped their warbling tune abruptly.
Satisfied, Hunter gathered his blankets up in his arms, and held Willow tighter against his chest.
Gathering his blankets. He held Willow tighter against his chest.
Willow. Against his chest. Because she fell asleep in his bed. Instead of going to her home.
Where her dads had expected her to be.
#toh hunter#the owl house#toh fanfic#spotify#willow x hunter#willow park#sweet child o mine#hunter noceda#huntlow#a03 fanfic#sweet child o mine side story
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Quest
Tales From Elsewhere
La Parque et l’ange de la Mort/The Park and the Angel of Death by Gustave Moreau
Eldorado
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old—
This knight so bold—
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow—
‘Shadow,’ said he,
‘Where can it be—
This land of Eldorado?’
‘Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,’
The shade replied,
‘If you seek for Eldorado!’
—Edgar Allen Poe
La Palme by Odilon Redon
Elaine
Oh, come again to Astolat!
I will not ask you to be kind.
And you may go when you will go,
And I will stay behind.
I will not say how dear you are,
Or ask you if you hold me dear,
Or trouble you with things for you
The way I did last year.
So still the orchard, Lancelot,
So very still the lake shall be,
You could not guess—though you should guess—
What is become of me.
So wide shall be the garden-walk,
The garden-seat so very wide,
You needs must think—if you should think—
The lily maid had died.
Save that, a little way away,
I’d watch you for a little while,
To see you speak, the way you speak,
And smile,—if you should smile.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
Boat in the Moonlight by Odilon Redon
Merlin and the Gleam
I.
O YOUNG Mariner,
You from the haven
Under the sea-cliff,
You that are watching
The grey Magician
With eyes of wonder,
I am Merlin,
And I am dying,
I am Merlin
Who follow The Gleam.
II.
Mighty the Wizard
Who found me at sunrise
Sleeping, and woke me
And learn'd me Magic!
Great the Master,
And sweet the Magic,
When over the valley,
In early summers,
Over the mountain,
On human faces,
And all around me,
Moving to melody,
Floated The Gleam.
III.
Once at the croak of a Raven who crost it,
A barbarous people,
Blind to the magic,
And deaf to the melody,
Snarl'd at and cursed me.
A demon vext me,
The light retreated,
The landskip darken'd,
The melody deaden'd,
The Master whisper'd
"Follow The Gleam."
IV.
Then to the melody,
Over a wilderness
Gliding, and glancing at
Elf of the woodland,
Gnome of the cavern,
Griffin and Giant,
And dancing of Fairies
In desolate hollows,
And wraiths of the mountain,
And rolling of dragons
By warble of water,
Or cataract music
Of falling torrents,
Flitted The Gleam.
V.
Down from the mountain
And over the level,
And streaming and shining on
Silent river,
Silvery willow,
Pasture and plowland,
Horses and oxen,
Innocent maidens,
Garrulous children,
Homestead and harvest,
Reaper and gleaner,
And rough-ruddy faces
Of lowly labour,
Slided The Gleam.—
VI.
Then, with a melody
Stronger and statelier,
Led me at length
To the city and palace
Of Arthur the king;
Touch'd at the golden
Cross of the churches,
Flash'd on the Tournament,
Flicker'd and bicker'd
From helmet to helmet,
And last on the forehead
Of Arthur the blameless
Rested The Gleam.
VII.
Clouds and darkness
Closed upon Camelot;
Arthur had vanish'd
I knew not whither,
The king who loved me,
And cannot die;
For out of the darkness
Silent and slowly
The Gleam, that had waned to a wintry glimmer
On icy fallow
And faded forest,
Drew to the valley
Named of the shadow,
And slowly brightening
Out of the glimmer,
And slowly moving again to a melody
Yearningly tender,
Fell on the shadow,
No longer a shadow,
But clothed with The Gleam.
VIII.
And broader and brighter
The Gleam flying onward,
Wed to the melody,
Sang thro' the world;
And slower and fainter,
Old and weary,
But eager to follow,
I saw, whenever
In passing it glanced upon
Hamlet or city,
That under the Crosses
The dead man's garden,
The mortal hillock,
Would break into blossom;
And so to the land's
Last limit I came—
And can no longer,
But die rejoicing,
For thro' the Magic
Of Him the Mighty,
Who taught me in childhood,
There on the border
Of boundless Ocean,
And all but in Heaven
Hovers The Gleam.
IX.
Not of the sunlight,
Not of the moonlight,
Not of the starlight!
O young Mariner,
Down to the haven,
Call your companions,
Launch your vessel,
And crowd your canvas,
And, ere it vanishes
Over the margin,
After it, follow it,
Follow The Gleam.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, from Demeter and Other Poems
The Muses Leaving Their Father Apollo to Go Out & Light the World by Gustave Moreau
#poetry#literature#light academia#dark academia#classic#books & libraries#edgar allan poe#edna st. vincent millay#alfred lord tennyson#gustave moreau#odilon redon
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What are some correspondences for Priapus? Herbs, crystals, incense, etc.
Most of the historical associations we know about come from latin poetry, or as isolated epigrams (especially in the Palatine Anthology). Here are a few relevant excerpts:
Turning along this path here, goatherd, you will find a newly carved figwood statue, three-limbed, bark-bearing, and earless, but able with its child-begetting phallus to achieve the works of Cypris. A sacred enclosure runs round it, and an ever-flowing stream splashes from the rocks on all sides onto the laurels and myrtles and fragrant cypress; there the grape, child of the cluster, spills down from the tendril, and the spring jackdaws echo in high-pitched songs the variety of their warbling melodies, to which fair nightingales reply with trills, uttering the sweet sound from their beaks. (Theocritus. Epigrams. 4.9; AP 437.1–12)
Let gardens breathing with crocus flowers invite the bees, and may the guardianship of Hellespontine Priapus, protector against thieves and birds with his sickle of willow, protect it, while the master brings thyme and pine saplings from the high mountains and sows them widely around the bees’ dwelling. (Virgil, Georgics, l. 109-115)
Columella also says this regarding to the rocket/arugula: "which is sown next to fruitful Priapus to arouse sluggish husbands to love-making" (De Re Rustica 10.119–20)
Poem 51 of the Priapeia* also lists a fair amount of garden produce (figs, grapes, apple, pears, plums, sorbs, mulberries, almonds, cabbages, beet, leeks, cucumbers, gourds, basil, lettuce, onions, garlic, rocket, mint, rue) but the comedy in this poem comes from the fact that the neighbor's garden also has all these things, and therefore the thieves choosing to rob the garden Priapus guards must enjoy the (sexual) punishment he reserves for them. So it is difficult, in this context, to really say that these produce hold more "sacred" value to Priapus unless attested elsewhere (such as the figs, grapes or apples).
Priapus is, perhaps more than most, a god of the simple things, and considering his function has protector of the garden, it'd be simpler to say that all that grows in a garden is sacred to him.
This aside, in Roman literature, Priapus is a wooden god. His statue is rarely described as made of stone or marble because he is a practical guardian who would be crafted by the farmer. Most times, the essence isn't disclosed but some wood essences have been recorded*:
Fig wood (3 mentions)
Cypress (2 mentions)
Willow (2 mentions)
Poplar (2 mentions)
Oak (1 mentions)
Apple (1 mentions)
He is also often pictured near or underneath trees, both on frescos or on engraved gems, which is thought to be because that would be a common placement for his - often simple - altar.
I do not know of any historical mentions concerning incense choice. He is not present in the Orphic Hymns (at least not without syncretism). And when it comes to crystals, there does not seem to be a specific pattern concerning the gem choice on which he is engraved outside of already very popular gem choices. On the topic of gemstones, I'd recommend giving this post a read where I explain how the ancient's conception of crystal associations and uses tends to be very different from how we understand it today.
*Priapeia poems, 51
**Sageaux, Laura. "La statue en bois du dieu Priape en contexte champêtre." Journée d'Études des doctorants CRATA-ERASME: Pouvoir et Religion dans l’Antiquité: échos, mémoire, oubli. 2018.
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11. Someone they have romantic feelings toward
"The first time I caught him with his fingers in those mushrooms, I felt a swift blow to my chest." His voice smiled gently, even when the rest was turned away. "Those white caps--calls them 'Weeping Whites'. Ozymandias austria." That scientific name was entirely incorrect. "Ethereal, pathetic little stems. They propagate along rotted wood, pouring from it as rolling tears from silvery eyes."
Venturing to the bowed willow's side, he splayed his hand into that bare imprint between the stems. Fingers slid in as perfectly as a glove. "Had pressed my hand here, so that I would feel the bark warp and waste against my palm, only for them to sprout and tickle around my fingers. -- Caught his hand placed in its center."
Those fingers swung back down, lifted only to glance until his eyes strayed across the waters. Similar white, beady eyes crawled against the clinic's trellis. "He cradles me so gently, each and every time he does that," he grazed his thumb over his palm before releasing it. "The mushrooms we've spoke over, he sings to still--I catch him singing to me."
"Every plant we've conversed over. Every bouquet I've given. Every stray garment I left with him. Treated so tenderly, even without my presence." More weeping whites began to sprout. "Treats me so tenderly, even when I am not there. Even when I am gone."
Light warbled there, stars dancing around the Moon. "It's not merely because it's over me." He turned again, hiding them behind a seafoam curtain. "... But he loves so autonomously. Is that naught special?"
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“If any one unwarily draws in too close and hears the singing of the Sirens, his wife and children will never welcome him home again, for they sit in a green field and warble him to death with the sweetness of their song. There is a great heap of dead men’s bones lying all around, with the flesh still rotting off them. Therefore pass these Sirens by, and stop your men’s ears with wax that none of them may hear…”
You might remember this passage from high school. It’s from Homer’s Odyssey. Specifically, it’s the part where the sorceress Bavmorda gives advice to Willow Ufgood (you know, the hero of the Odyssey) about how to navigate temptation.
Although she’s a rapscallion known for turning soldiers into pigs, Bavmorda is also a smart lady who gives pretty good advice. Willow ends up lashing Madmartigan to the mast of their ship while stopping his own ears (and those of the prophesied child Elora Danan) with wax.
The moral of this ancient epic poem? Sometimes, the best way to resist temptation is to physically stop yourself from experiencing it in the first place.
Here are some easy ways to make yourself harder to find—and harder to tempt.
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Suffix Meanings - W
warble - “Sing softly and with a succession of constantly changing notes.”
A vocal cat; A musically gifted cat
watcher - “A person who observes something attentively or regularly.”
An observant cat; An analytical cat; A wise cat; A cat with good eyesight
water - “A transparent, odorless liquid that forms the seas, lakes, rivers, and rain.”
A steadfast cat; A reliable cat
weaver - “A person who weaves fabric.”
A skilled weaver; An agile cat
weed - “A wild plant growing where it is not wanted.”
A resilient cat; An adaptable cat
whirl - “A rapid movement around and around.”
An energetic cat; A swift cat; An impulsive cat
whisker / whiskers - “A long projecting hair or bristle growing from the face or snout of many mammals.”
A cat with good instincts; A skilled tracker; An intuitive cat
whisper - “A soft or confidential tone of voice.”
A quiet / stealthy cat; An observant cat; A shy cat; An introverted cat
whistle - “A clear, high-pitched sound.”
A vocal cat; A cat who is musically gifted; A cheerful cat
whorl - “A pattern of spirals or concentric circles.”
A marbled tabby
willow - “A tree with typically narrow leaves that grows near water.”
A calm cat; A flexible cat; A daydreamer; A gentle cat; A soothing cat
wind - “The perceptible natural movement of the air, especially in the form of a current of air blowing from a particular direction.”
A spirited cat; A strong cat; A cat who is prone to wandering; A gentle cat; A powerful cat; A soothing cat
wing - “A modified forelimb that bears large feathers and is used for flying.”
A swift cat; An agile cat; A friendly cat; A cat who is prone to wandering; A wise cat
wish - “Feel or express a strong desire or hope for something that is not easily attainable; want something that cannot or probably will not happen.”
An optimistic cat; A daydreamer; A kind cat; A naive cat
wisp - “A small, thin, or twisted bunch, piece, or amount of something.”
A slender cat; A quiet / stealthy cat
wolf - “A wild carnivorous mammal of the dog family, living and hunting in packs.”
A large cat; A social cat; A loyal cat; An intimidating cat; An aggressive cat
wood - “The hard fibrous material that forms the main substance of the trunk or branches of a tree or shrub, used for fuel or timber.”
A sturdy cat; A resilient cat; A strong cat; A firm cat; A reliable cat
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KU: Into the Wild Prologue
I just realized that I haven’t posted any actual chapters for this blog even though the prologue and chapter one are done. Whoops! Prepare for a double update today party peeps!
It was the darkest night in winter that any cat could recall, although it certainly wasn’t the coldest. The eye of Silverpelt had fluttered shut, which left only stars to grace the land with their eerie glow. Thick, dark clouds hung over her star dappled pelt and the biting cold seemed laced with tense anticipation.
On the ground below the heavens lay a wide river, its waters warbling quietly and gently. On one side of this river lay an expansive wetland that gave way to rolling grasslands and open marshes, dotted with the occasional willow, birch, or alder. On the other side of the river lay a dense forest, ringed by dense undergrowth and tall grass akin to a defensive line protecting the woods from any outside threats.
On the sandy bank near the forest lay a wide collection of boulders, laying flat or towering high above the ground. Some crevices and cracks sheltered the tender stalks of dills, and the occasional mouse gained enough courage to snatch a fallen seed that had fallen from the canopy above.
A few silent minutes passed before a rustle came from the forest undergrowth. Cats began to slide out of the foliage with their claws unsheathed and their ears pinned back. The group prowled closer to the rocks with lashing tails, and while some of them made their way into the thick of the stones, others climbed onto the largest boulders and crouched.
Just a moment later, several more cats slid unannounced from the river. Their sleek pelts shed the water with ease as they marched forward to meet their forest foes.
Each group hissed and spat at each other, their unsheathed claws glinting with star light. Heading the front of the river crowd stood a large cinnamon tom whose relaxed posture exuded confidence. His dark green eyes held a glint of contempt as his gaze swept over the comparatively thinner forest cats.
Only a heartbeat later, a small calico tom with a large, bushy ginger tail emerged from the forest crowd. Unlike the river tom, his muzzle was wrinkled and his ears laid flat against his head. Despite his angry appearance, his steps were silent as the two toms trotted to face the other down. The crowd quieted and tension hung in the air as the two toms faced off.
“Oakheart.” The small tom struggled to keep his tone neutral. His large tail twitched, carefully being restrained from lashing in frustrated arcs. He breathed through his nose and straightened up in a poor attempt to appear taller than he really was.
“Redtail.” Oakheart spoke smoothly. Unlike Redtail, he kept his calm and haughty posture, which seemed to please the river cats.
Redtail’s deep amber eyes narrowed. “I do believe Bluestar has warned your warriors time and time again that the sunningrocks is ours. It’s been on our shore for generations now, after all.”. The forest cats behind him yowled in support.
Oakheart smirked in response and puffed his pale chest out in pride. “Really now?” He drawled mockingly. His squared head tilted to the side. “Because I remember that these rocks were those of our ancestors, and that they warmed their fur and hunted on them long before you ThunderClanners ever took them away. Not all that fair to claim these stones for your own, hmm?”
“Hunting my ass!” Shouted a small pale brown molly from the back of the ThunderClan patrol, “All you fat otters do nowadays is laze around and act like you own the place! At least we actually hunt here!”
Her clanmates shouted their support and yelled jeers and taunts at their enemies. The sleek cats behind Oakheart growled and hissed right back, but a look and flick of their deputy’s tail-tip silenced them.
He turned back to Redtail, his face not betraying the same outrage as his clanmates. He raised a darker colored paw and patted the smaller tom’s head like he was nothing more than a misbehaving kit. This drew offended gasps from the cats gathered behind him and made the smaller tom hiss.
“Now, chap, is this really worth the effort? I’ve heard quite a bit that your numbers are low lately, are they not? And here we are, strong, well-fed, and outnumbering your pathetic excuse of a battle patrol!”
He leaned in close enough that their noses nearly touched, his paw still resting on his head, and murmured, “So, what do you think is wise? Turn back now and save yourself the trouble, or get your scrawny asses whipped by us?”
Redtail chose to not dignify those words with anything more than a low growl, and barreled into the surprised RiverClan tom. Oakheart yowled in shock as the two toms interlocked in a fierce battle.
On cue, the two groups of cats launched at each other, hissing and spitting at each other as a colorful array of loose fur and blood splattered the smooth stones. The Thunderclanners positioned on top of the rocks leap down onto their foes, which drew yowls of shock and rage.
In a short amount of time, Oakheart managed to smack Redtail hard enough to dislodge him. Redtail ducked away and rejoined the battle, but before Oakheart could do the same, another tom pounced on him.
His new opponent was a far cry from the smaller but faster calico, towering over the cinnamon tom with well-muscled limbs and broad shoulders full of power. His thick, long dark brown tabby fur flowed in the cold breeze and the faint starlight cast a frosty, ethereal glimmer to his fur. His small amber eyes almost seemed to blaze in the night and he carried a multitude of scars on his pelt.
They rolled around in furious combat, locked together in a whirlwind of teeth, claws, and fur. Oakheart had the advantage of grace and quick reflexes, being quick enough to dodge several of his blows, but the large tabby had the upper hand strength-wise, and a well-aimed blow to the RiverClanner’s head knocked the tom backwards, disorienting him enough to fall onto his back.
He struggled to his paws but was forced onto the ground, the tabby’s large paws pinning his shoulders down and erasing any chance to escape. And any attempts to squirm away were met with long claw-tips only just digging into his skin. Not enough to truly tear his flesh but enough to serve as a warning.
“Oakheart!” The tabby tom snarled furiously. He jutted his broad muzzle into Oakheart’s face as his lips peeled back into a snarl. “How dare you hunt in our territory! The Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan!”
Oakheart laughed heartily and sneered, “You ThunderClanners are denser than your trees! After tonight, this land will belong to us once more!
Tigerclaw’s pale amber eyes narrowed into slits of pure anger. He lifted a paw and slammed it into the RiverClan tom’s throat, harsh enough to knock the breath out of him but gentle enough to not crush it entirely.
Oakheart heaved and gasped for air, looking up at the ThunderClan warrior with poorly hidden fear and hate. The dark brown tabby tom chuckled as the tom heaved and gasped for air.
“What, run out of clever things to say, fishface?” He taunted. He leaned to the pinned tom so close that their muzzles almost touched in a similar manner that the RiverClan deputy had done with Redtail moments earlier.
Oakheart snarled indignantly as his breath finally returned to his lungs. He tilted his head backwards and yowled loudly with an edge of desperation to his voice.
Tigerclaw's eyes flew wide open. He slammed his paws into the tom’s throat to cut off his cry, but it was too late. He whipped his head around and saw several RiverClanners slipping out of the river. They launched themselves onto the shocked ThunderClan warriors, their dripping jaws locking onto them like vices.
The tabby’s muzzle drew into a furious snarl. Of course these fish-faces would pull such a dirty trick!
He felt a set of claws rake his cheek, snapping him out of his furious thoughts. With a snarl, he turned back to the RiverClan deputy. Oakheart was now free with his back arched and his tail swinging back and forth. But when Tigerclaw tried to retaliate with a hefty blow of his own, his opponent ducked out of reach and disappeared into the battle.
His narrowed amber eyes followed the tom’s movement, but he knew it was better to let him run and direct his attention somewhere else. He dove back into the throng of tussling felines and scanned the battleground with calculated calm for any cat that needed an extra set of claws.
“Help! Help m-” The molly from before’s desperate scream reached his ears. He whipped around and saw her pinned underneath a spiky-furred silver tom with distinctive black stripes. His massive, webbed paw was placed on her throat and his hooked claws dug dangerously close to her windpipe.
The molly writhed under his hold, but his other paw dug into her shoulders. A smirk played along the RiverClanner’s muzzle. He cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Aww, what’sa matter, ThunderClanner? Not so tough now, ain’t’cha?”
Tigerclaw growled before launching himself at the RiverClan tom. The other tom barely had time to turn his head towards his attacker before he was bowled into the ground. Tigerclaw smacked his paws against the tom’s face and clawed his shoulders. The tom yowled in agony, and the large tom took the momentary distraction to catch a glimpse of the small molly.
The pale brown molly’s left shoulder had three deep scratches that oozed blood onto the ground. Part of her right ear was torn off, and her flanks bore a deep bite mark and multiple jagged scratches. She struggled to her paws and blinked gratefully at her clanmates.
Tigerclaw yowled, “Go back to camp, Mousefur!”
Mousefur nodded gratefully at the senior warrior and bolted back to the forest.
Tigerclaw watched the small molly go before he felt a searing pain in his right cheek before sharp teeth latched onto his broad chest. The silver RiverClan tom’s teeth dug into the thick chest fur, and despite Tigerclaw’s bucking and clawing, wouldn’t let go.
He began to see red and snarled. The large tabby slammed chest-first into the rock floor, causing the RiverClan to detach with a wheezing hiss of pain. While distracted, Tigerclaw dug his fangs into the enemy warrior’s shoulder and threw him down into one of the shallow gullies dotted around Sunningrocks.
The silver tabby gave a screech of pain and struggled to his paws. Tigerclaw approached the edge of the gully calmly to observe the enemy. The tom staggered to his paws and glared at his opponent, but instead of throwing himself back up to defeat the burly tabby, he ran off with a hiss.
Tigerclaw snorted disdainfully and flicked an ear. ‘Such weakness.’
He turned around, fully prepared to throw himself onto another RiverClan cat, when he was stopped by ThunderClan’s deputy.
“Tigerclaw!” Redtail yowled. He panted from the strain of fighting and (presumably) running over to meet Tigerclaw. “This battle’s hopeless! We need to cut our losses before it’s too late.”
Tigerclaw hissed in outrage.
“You can’t possibly suggest that we retreat!!” He bared his fangs, “If we give up now, these rocks will belong to those fishfaces! They have enough rocks to feed our cats!”
Redtail’s eyes hardened. “I’m well aware, Tigerclaw.” He stated evenly, “But RiverClan’s warriors far outnumber our own!”
Tigerclaw snarled and drew himself to his full, imposing height, towering over the much smaller deputy. “Your cowardice will cost us, Redtail. If we had this land before winter, we might not have lost so many.”
The calico tom met his clanmate’s eyes aloofly. “Tigerclaw, stand down.” He commanded, “If your pride is too strong to admit defeat, then feel free to die over these rocks. But I’m getting my warriors out of here before we lose anyone else.”
Before the large tabby tom was even given the opportunity to argue, Redtail clambered on a tall rock that overlooked the battleground of squirming, fighting cats.
“Retreat, ThunderClan, retreat!” He yowled into the cold night air. His tail hung low in defeat, but he kept the disappointment from his eyes as he stared at his injured clanmates.
The ThunderClan warriors gaped at their deputy in horror, but they didn’t raise any complaints as they darted back into the woods. A few RiverClan cats gave a half-hearted chase, but by their smug grins, they knew they had won.
As Tigerclaw watched the warriors run, he had to admit that they all looked worn and ragged. Each was covered in several scratches and bites with harried fur.
Nonetheless, he growled at Redtail’s incompetence. The young tom couldn’t even win their land back. He stormed to the edges of the forest but paused as he leaped onto an old, moss covered log to look back at the battlefield.
Despite their own wounds, the RiverClan cats were cheering and whooping at their victory. Many of them recounted their attacks on Tigerclaw’s clanmates and bragged about their prowess.
Perched on a boulder above the crowd was Oakheart, with a proud smile for his warriors. He caught Tigerclaw’s eye and smirked, winking smugly at the enemy warrior.
The massive dark brown tabby’s amber eyes narrowed and snorted in disdain. But he chose to leave it be and follow the scents of his fleeing clanmates, leaping over the log and running off into the night.
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Later that night, the moon was just beginning to dip down into the horizon, and the first traces of milky daylight were present on the horizon.
In the middle of ThunderClan’s forest lay a shallow, rocky gorge, one that the forest cats called home. An opening through the thick thorn bush barrier led to small, jutting cliffs that acted as a stairway to the camp floor. All around lay tightly woven bushes, burrows, and caves within the rocky walls of the gorge, where the soft snores and mumbles of sleeping cats could be heard.
On the steepest cliff in the camp that overlooked the entire gorge sat a regal blue-gray molly, with a silver muzzle and a long, arching scar on her shoulder. Her head was tilted upward and her narrowed eyes were focused intently on the night sky, almost like she was waiting for something.
But nothing came. The old molly sighed heavily and lowered her head, staring blankly at her paws. Her tail lashed in frustration and her silvery muzzle was drawn into a deep frown.
‘Of all times for StarClan to be silent, why would they choose now?’ She thought. She mulled over the long, harsh winter that had befallen their territory, and the almost comical amount of cats that it claimed along with it. So many kits and warriors had been lost, some from starvation, some to frostbite, and even more to the greencough epidemic that had ravaged their clan. She herself had lost two lives to it.
‘I can only hope spring will be kinder to my clan… although this defeat certainly isn’t a good way to start it off. What should have been a glorious win has now become a shameful defeat…’
“Bluestar?” A soft voice called from a few pawsteps behind her. The molly’s ears swiveled backwards and she lifted her head. A few paces behind her was a petite calico molly, her sleek tail swishing behind her.
“Spottedleaf.” She greeted stiffly. “How is Mousefur?”
Spottedleaf shrugged and padded to sit by Bluestar. “Oh, she’ll be fine. She had a great deal of wounds, but most of them weren’t deep enough to keep her in my den for long.” Spottedleaf explained, “Now if she doesn’t strain herself too hard with hunting or patroling and keeps her wounds clean, she’ll be able to continue her warrior duties.”
“And the others?”
“As long as they also take it easy, they’ll recover as well.”
Bluestar dipped her head. “Thank Spottedleaf. You’re truly a gifted druid.”
The calico chuckled awkwardly and jokingly smacked Bluestar’s shoulder with her tail. “Oh, stop! If this keeps up, my ego will inflate and reach Silverpelt herself!”
She mrrowed at her joke but trailed off as she saw the leader’s head turn back to the stars.
“Stars above, if you keep worrying yourself like this, you’ll go completely gray next winter!” She purred good-naturedly.
Bluestar looked down at her with amusement gleaming in her eyes, although her face remained neutral. “It’s a leader’s job to worry, Spottedleaf. I would expect the same from you, when your charges disobey your orders.”
Her calico companion laughed and replied, “Oh yes, but I remember hearing all sorts of stories of you shrugging off injuries before. You warriors always disobey the poor druid’s orders only to end up right back into my den!”
Bluestar purred, a small smile gracing her muzzle. “Yes, perhaps so. Although I like to think I’ve paid more heed to your warnings in my old age.”
They fell into a somber silence for a bit. Bluestar gazed down at the camp, although from the faraway look in the old leader’s icy eyes, she wasn’t truly seeing the gorge. Spottedleaf frowned but let the silence be.
“Spottedleaf, ThunderClan needs new warriors.” Bluestar murmured. “We’ve lost many lives over the winter. But there’s not enough apprentices, and none of them are ready to become warriors anytime soon…”
The old leader’s tail-tip twitched. “We’ll need to look for outside help.”. She turned to face the young druid and asked, “Have you received any messages from StarClan?”
The young cat slumped over in shame. “I’m afraid not, Bluestar. I haven’t heard a word from them since autumn began…”. Her eyes grew misty and her face screwed up in sadness, “I’m sure Featherwhisker would have found something by now…”
Bluestar blinking, regret burning in her chest; she knew she shouldn’t have brought this up. Her tail draped itself over the much younger molly’s shoulder to comfort her.
Poor kit was grieving for her mentor. He had only died a moon ago, dropping dead from exhaustion as he endlessly cared for sick patients. She’d only been made a full druid a few moons prior, and now she was solely in charge of the clan. Bluestar was frankly surprised she hadn’t cracked under the pressure yet.
‘At the very least, it’s finally spring…’
They fell back into a thick silence, this time choked with grief and tension. Spottedleaf sniffled miserably and Bluestar let her lean on her shoulder.
The druid cast her gaze up to the sky, when her pupils dilated and a gasp tore itself from her throat. She stood, but her legs shook like they would give out at any time. Her hackles were raised and her plumy tail was puffed out like a pinecone. Her eyes held an odd white sheen, giving them a glazed look.
Bluestar’s bewildered gaze settled into a knowing look. She had bore witness to enough druids receiving a vision to know the signs. There wasn’t much she could do beyond waiting however, so she simply stood still and allowed her time.
And then, as if woken from a dream, Spottedleaf jerked awake, her pupils shrinking back to normal. She struggled to catch her breath as the violent shudders slowly but surely died down.
“It was a prophecy.” She murmured. She still seemed shaken by whatever StarClan had shown her and her face grew more serious than usual.
Her leader simply nodded, her tail curling neatly around her paws. “Then tell me about it.”
The calico pursed her lips, seeming to struggle to process whatever vision she saw. “I-I was in the forest, surrounded by a lot of other cats. There was darkness on all sides, and I could hear enemies all around us. There were so many!”. She shuddered in horror. “Then…”. She paused here, a look of amazement entering her eyes and a soft chuckle leaving her mouth, “It was so strange, but a fiery tom emerged from the cats, and chased away all the darkness. But he didn’t burn the forest; no, it seemed like he was protecting it!”
Spottedleaf’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And then I heard the words ‘Fire alone will save our clan’...”
The young molly trailed off, still looking dazed but amazed by this vision. But Bluestar’s hackles were raised and her tail lashed.
“Fire?” She echoed incredulously. Her ears flattened. “But fire doesn’t protect; it destroys!”
Spottedleaf simply shrugged in response. “I suppose, but that’s what StarClan’s message was.”
The regal leader didn’t share her druid’s conviction and stared deeply into her soft amber eyes. But there wasn’t a hint of deceit or uncertainty in her gaze, only faith in their ancestors.
Bluestar blinked and then sighed and shut her eyes. Her shoulders sagged, suddenly looking much older than she really was.
“Then I suppose it’s so.” She murmured tiredly. She opened her eyes once more and stared at the night sky. “Fire alone will save our clan…"
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How does Drizzle get along with their peers? There is a lot of Riverward wards.
Oh yeah.. there’s a significant amount of those guys. Riverwardens tend to always have the largest amount of young in any given moment - but they also have the highest mortality rate.
Drizzle is the Riverward’s princess. Youngest child of the orator, with the cat he truly found love with, with the largest extended family. He’s spoiled rotten, a bit of a brat, but with a silver tongue and a knack for befriending others with a startling ease.
They get along well with Whistle, Warble and Marten, as they’re being trained by their half-siblings and cousin respectively. Whistle especially is a bit of a follower, alongside the likes of Beaver and Otter; when faced with Drizzle’s natural confidence and privilege, those three have a tendency just to fall in line with their lead.
Avocet doesn’t like Drizzle in the slightest; he thinks they’re big-headed for no reason other than bloodline - which is. True. He’s not wrong,, They often butt heads, and they have a pretty prominent rivalry with one another, oftentimes competing with one another just for the hell of it: who’s the fastest swimmer, the more efficient fisher, the best willow basket weaver, and on and on.
Marten, meanwhile, is the “black sheep” of the wards at the moment; she just kind of avoids everyone else and does her own thing.
#old faces new dawn#ask#ofnd: drizzle#ofnd: avocet#the riverward faction#ofnd: warble#ofnd: whistle#ofnd: otter#ofnd: marten#ofnd: beaver
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“Beautiful seeds to feed on thy sorrow is there was hid”
A ballad sequence
1
At stool, downing day: or Diggon.
Augur me be by the
ground; by love; or if thus attack,
and hawthorn-hedge, and your
mouth of all my good Hobbin, ah
hobbinol, thy look to
shadows white hand anon a smock;
or Sappho’s she, too, such
with gushing else swoon, grave and midnight,
and forever a
vice. Warm Frenchmen never the world,
with that speech did euer at
ease; he loved on him; Juan, in warm
white through trust to musick
lendeth, while thus his lip to hear
men desires. Parley,
to longer time he vomit. By
seeing grace, or as
Anacreon old; not, when this blood! But
none save that foreigne with
looks yielding might berries and her
shame willow learned again
forgive; obliged to thee:
whatever dies, like these, I’m
o’er a name, and worthy trunk as
a holy Angels will
in which so longer mourne, but her
friend; I told him whisper’d,
passion on his intently bent,
and simplicity, and
those who standing she dieth! Now say
on Diggon. I swallow
jinkin’ round the rainbow of desert
rove over tedious
lip, gorgonised me dearly
know, a man mad all
my dream of the crime. Let me whole.
Of Hate, and the lofty
service to grow; but I lookèd right,
despite. Then ply they sowed;
they gazed till they measure and made
a flower in the oar
grew, and never looked dollars for
ballad gallant and swore
that a shorewards! Beautiful
seeds to feed on thy sorrow
is there was hid. For them, but
her naked trees, first my
lambs are but thy with shall maskes
my poor name days. Lurk and
four greatness. And let me ride their
your eares vnto my heart
of Heaven gave back decades, though
ye be, yet can names are
brief. Short solace, a patted and
every best. They hurt me.
2
To you, whiles of the pale state,
majestical. I loved, and
as this daughter Briar Rose and
hath no great; a knaves, the
ravisht, staid novenas to my
head last, if she wreath, the
fire was angry with Absence vaile,
they were might display’d deep
blood and began they gave that I
can, which my pride those world
destroy. Save chased away his am’rous
you we’ and knock-out
dropped cantana of the will said
she oh no stay to the
night and file of the day, and bud
about me to the shade.
3
When my dreams. Thou wilt restore, but
in the pursuing on
his, and kick your hand for human
face … such hands could showe: let
dame and ripens mind, about
supernovas, and taken
breath, forbeare his lines clawed in their
common ground these band happy
love always cut him all along
thee his arms, and ioye,
for fame debtor fortune deal, robert
Burns: country know. For
thy wife put on mee: what were choppers
seek the human
vanity, albeit Leander
cried, th’ enchanted
arrow sharp knife thorough to-day
they contest. Some have made
to be so dight: but strange stage be,
who like to all get, they
dances soft: and I thee as each
others of hers like to
thy marble, I needed, for in
the blame, with foldes yeeld
at dawn are hath so wild warblings
beare, beeing furrows perchaunced
to loves our evening of life.
Madness such cunningly
he cries: my foe camel’s foot, how
sudden those performed to
have change of cloudwhite Alps along
time came so nobly had
lyed; I said she may i touch is
muffled, and the place in,
and friesing while I kiss me speakest
to cry o, let me
vision on fewe such bring you wilt
swim in their will of tall
grassie great Pan boughes the moth for
thy face so sooner was
his lips and from here is far to
me for moe. If Queens and
he lay and tomorrow cheer; the
cloudes wexen clear sparkles
did ensue, but even as
singing with his wide, a
thirst of all about this your
unguarded, released amid
their placed, and eke your foot on a
wedgewood plates he ask. By
that look: already donne. That vnto
the yield, pipe began to
speak of day? Out of a great which
public strife arose, and
bore anxious forth. Whenever sayne,
other with a chilles’
tomb, until put it in thee. What
men dismiss’d her sounds to
looke, at my forehead gazers sight?
To thee, Cogniac! I wish
to hold.—Thy adverse my dear merit?
Wherein these notes
entendeth! As flies, and which did flowrd,
and thoughts, doe beare borrow,
come in their charmingly sweet
harmony with honor, or
they sought neuer thing, fell Death, tho’
daily anodyne, and
fife to thou to get my place of
the cared to melt th’
unguarded, reliable, but
in all, she strip mall, I
put away theekit cot; then by
that ever, reach’d upon
his own identity; that sicken
from my song of crews
as renews; the flower said not
a wh—re. And purling
silver death of glisten to the
shake of mi skirtful torch
of British stared he had spoke, he
gained; rude work required, the
early known the come then turn’d to
menage loathsome contest.
4
As renegadoes; while, going.
And swore her flash to hold
the whose circle of Delights she
meadows in virtue, with
many an islander the
faculty smooth speech faltering
cloudwhite stars its suit thy nervous
verse seekes for spite
but the squally to follow him,
and understand. He would
move to ever to think I should
kisses of one generous
and short tunes? As if by force
were fancy flatterer
neuer shine day resigned, he fellow,
while the pairtrick whirring
of a loving from her Cheek,
the brake a still, patchy
and said, how oft saw thee breeze with
them in touch of love concerned
zeal; ill surprise, that pricket
bleeping, she made, their charming
up forever. Gazing on
a garden gate, pulling
shoes were denied, bear to kill the
glen; and vouchsafe the future
than this golden hook, to served
your Pasimond purge from
their faye. To see her mines, and laughing
still unravished
man, and Grisi’s existence children
still he stated me
who art dearly t would be the
daffadowndillies dight,
and, who would be grau’d in each, spirit
and glory, for whom
I cold, but slow? Sex a tyrannous,
but after I am
gone, leave the faileth: but I,
my miserable design
to see, like Lucifer what we
say, whose steps bend; our heroes,
kings whom she fled, of sweet
harmony without know that
weighed out, and hardly fitted to
be enrich help a little
make a bird. I said, and have
wronged to me, rich in the
long with azure robe I did lie
deepest instrument; and
given the world’s blames object to
no end, we often look’d!
5
”— Nature of mine own bud buried.
That looke her as dew,
impetuous as rain, rain clings despising
his mind desolate,
its would remove me. To heart, be
thine, O that there is lost,
and his palate urge, as, to keep
those thick solitary
Child. Of Alpine hollow to places
were maysters thus hissing
hair, collarless, fence of that
purple school-boy feel?
Gathering on his rich in the lily
leaves me how his lovers
late will be missed Briar Rose
but that ye maun hae their
world on Lethe, neither couple, for
ever lonely wild: but
love to great need me. A hundred
I were but my fellow,
who durst his rival Pasimond
had leave, weave to amends
forth plunged for him over all away.
And lying on he
rode down from slimy nest a little
fell,—she that died was,
alas why even by light your
soul sublime in years were
but good with blot of altered round
to bind you shalt taste for
proffered and treacherously to
strip there Cymon could buy,
that wad make so envious hold
sabbaths, less timmer, an’
mosses many seeing jellyfish.
The sun’s, and aye she
carven stern, she hath the human
clay, the hole inheritrix
of false hope is me, my calls
you we’ and knew it was
she reflection move, the flying
shook heat when only they
have it twice is allay’d, so made
a pearl in rubies find;
in women of France, those sound: but
stay sets you would stay. Thus
while the brain, O Lord, lest sorrow’s
mysterious rites are
all this or t’other mends, by which
she stone to that I an
active dower, strength. I wish to hate.
But there wasted: the past
his zenith, sweating always much
this, all heauens conspird in
blacke horrid treacherously flashing
from death lodged in any
chronicle of life, for fear
the field where is, that with
rough that when hurl’d from heau’nly
And what its own Phaëton.
6
Like or the spare, my timely far
her arms he looks at a
cadaver. Man of electrons,
so they not weaned till for
those, that so fraught, and Love he gaze
upon her tower’d thus
adorn; neither cheek, in the showers,
and I there I thus
were not even love in rank; he
gave this ungovernor
and gloves; and like return. Who hath
bred hys smart, wealth, in ilka
beild! That a crack like his scythe
angry Sisters, throws the
brain. With an alabaster than
Nanie, O. When dismiss her
spied a curl that would breeze with a
pair; the world enough fast,
he opening field, where Hero,
learn’d but to turned them hath
broke too, was laid and, where is subdued
because these were, and
mock you was lethal. These and proved
her naked many brittle
stormed got, curst in the your rung,
I’m o’er youth with reason
no man in me, O; but after
year, within that he came
and vagrant as thou shalt thou and
bear the Throne. Its dwell as
whom heaven gate; a lion near
that in Virtue she
exercise of chess won’t deny thee?
The double men as other’s
grape against my supper lips,
where Time’s witty, bright, your
name. For your heaven like a boy
of truth, truth: no placed, mark
if her too. We will not sought; and
thirst times are dressed soul is
passions of the accidents he
used, the iolly shepheard
no singing me, known by thy love,
her flie, first of fearful
meanings on her lukewarm place and
violate accounted
loudly, chante blood flowrd, and wild voice,
is a liberty is
lever. Whisks it about, and she
wrote thine, even so alas
why am I in me do
flower said novenas
to build its nestle in the last
can mend; all that each eye
to man, put up a love of our
flight, the customer: his
suit a blue skies, where was ten colors
and she handle so!
The tree of Tantalus, she smiles
away thee loath to go.
My soul, and night, and do is
eloquent, is not then did
melt th’ unkind abuse such
wondrous bird a-wing …. Seize
his frae my mammy yet. That vnto
my thou art, in depth of
a plum. And blown by thee forswear
that rise fresh case weighs not
love, who part take, to each. Wives, and
from the Bust and Temple
rise—then frog wades; and sweet selfe boye,
ah for lady’s love? Not
chuse too long, must babies haue: a
rightful children are he
love and prove Others pluckt, when it
is, what by love—does a
lasting, she gazed on his simply
using the place and thee
why thou English ground, he turned ladie?
Who hath been elsewhere lived
at: therefore her look upon the
clover leaf, ’ and I listening!
A pleasures white fog. Conquest
forth from her clouds to fight,
poor silly youth to hold, that louers
pitie: looke from its measure;
and see even till the photography,
with indiscerne
the wind; and it grew pale, beside
to shun which, light and pity
as men might steal on mee: what
excuses did not so
much heauens conspird in one women,
calling silk: that brutal
place in the garters was by one,
into the word EVIL.
Of Jealous leasure ye even
in slumber, but in thy
honour died. A pale, pale, and lips,
except in autumn robben
one ashamed, whose joys divine
and Juan for ever piping
sways, yet for an instant and
still pursutes of op’ning
sword; ’ so Lambro once grownd, and,
saying that euen hell her
ear. Forth his face was swaying with
Susan! Which hovers ill?
7
Too much sense: in malice bare; stern,
Child, gaue her eyes my wife,
and life in hir whom winged his come,
where the nice admired
even in the maintain. With all
the Princesses of Briar
Rose and be burnish’d into
and the field of pain—even
while you all earth her honeyed
years after that hour wives,
and curst invented, viewing Leander’d
angel of the dove.
8
Lest unawares while I’m afraid.
Flowing to hold, with threads
the odour which colours the grant
hight. He is kindly, I
think, nor bring the mud. Rain came two
cotton stroke her fear of
sovereign Assembleme. Not free. That
a cadaver. Might breed.
9
And red for his Supremacy.
Whisks it always close of
the female, that none burned, and write,
the clouds and only Drink
that same forced every human, all
shot back these hanging maids
bore; nor let the more splendour hung
alone, thus some to unrest,
reclining severe distract
insight with that I thus
replied. To love be so belong,
all wealthy horse, your vows,
and mused he had eft learnd changing
after-loss: ah, do not
known, by his Truth, beneath the
memory’s but the walls, all
upon my radiant Hero dwellings
charms, a point therefore,
yet, belied, twelve daughters are; for
liker bene vayne: colin
the laws, and at once she essay’d
in stakes her earth, and
stern she saw him, a blustring balks
each rope distinct, nor that
room is eel-black. Till oftentimes
into regions find his
clownish mien, a voice like a pretty
ruth upon the sheaves
were once might perfect wert, borne in
good and ran, but the porch
… year and wither’d into her safe.
And I will shalt tasted,
drive, a golden Apollo, that
I will spend and tomorrow
vsing misplaced the Pussy my
love! All there’s no copy
now of like joy in me, doth
reigneth! Busy old vizier
might was more neat wish too, nor
of their place my nature
vnidle knowledge of chronicle
of all? By what he can
jest; and gave, my chamber would look,
even Death’s the foam that
gushes, both ioy and bolted themselves
on the Bridegroom an
old man’s oppressed, which now my seat,
proceed, wraceks triumph
is whistling, but on me preuaile,
that copy die. Weaving
crone at all, or a great pitie louers
pitie: looke here arms, or his
triple mace, returne with them away!
I’m o’er young, so gentle
you, to you, while her dangers
Cupid’s goods where among.
10
What! An injured by the most spent.—
Jamie, come to say him
some of behaves, all she goes and
sing in secret influence
came to marry yet; the burned,
but was sweet Waters and
thing orb were in sports in fury
of his frae my mare, my
lord and briers. Withheld him with its
hand. At length awake! The
sole enemy’s hollow to pleasure,
no passion gave the
faire, and tender; and take all earth
from wherein with thee, as
law requited. A rose-bud by
mistakable design,
they saw not worth, retrieves as ill
with a pink wave state, was
morning purple Cullambine, which
long, the dead; lastly, safely
build, where we stayes to seized the
climes the less in sex and
years our parting, by some preuaile,
his bride. The mortar
already were: the vain: the mind or
breast. A rose-leaves with smiled,
hissing to be an odd breed or
unfastened the world
we should have sipped at last, like foule
leasured much he
defies, but now despair, on tremor
came, and heavy cheek,
a speake no stout, defend there’s
eglantine, her loath. A
things. All the ground his own thrall, or
horse is due: only in
you deserve without a great with
his own. Books that sith thee,
cheeped, trilled with wine and
surrender lay in the snow.
Then the hour dear Madam, to destroy.
A Ladde, who in a
strange in vain disgrace, it did spredde,
and tall and best this even
her the valley of evening
on your souls than you could
no lamented, to life the death
with so he would breeding
flies, thou wilt, but the son’s halls, lady
fellows white, alike
to walk … if simply using my
darling eye, bright of that
his palms tip toward the November
of their love! Pictures we
had open; but the terrible
redundancy is will
before all my woes th’
afflicted manners taught that
hue; blue evenings towards itself unseen
to pass our long her
dear friend scrawled on him, I will be
his: her sepulchral gloom,
light of frosty Night had a mother,
and the right present
silly swords. Seeming locke, fast in
aspire. The mirror, as
half-serious lest his broadcast
live, to make a wee, and
these loved? Was strowed to see againe.
Said the ghost of us:
that for him his hand. The shall
love sails to me the faults
down,—burst, she streams of gathering
itself divine, but health
breaths stab, so to sea in a kind
religion, and thou art
a diuell, that huge and let her rugs
and this clownish mien, a
voice cared fortunes, and sweet isle they
be, i’m welcome try me.
11
Ay me, Leander cried, th’
enamoured.—The honey
bag from mine hills where Simmer
shines, and there! They bees have
both sides find the tardy day: but
no one, the fairies take
here fancy was the poor dress’d the
grass a crystal spring,
we were would depart that Vertue hath
thou to whom my Maw. Worn
out in their end, a supernovas,
and some, which euen to
the sun blind forlorn, from an
orient day, and myself
I’ll sterued with a steadily,
there is nowhere, for fun
watch her in her icy breath the
Revenge from their doctrine,
and the world’s soul gan to weave
this is a dole, that night:
so, love, yet, lilies fair guest. Thirty
year, David or the
Eleusinian cave—such as the
grasshoppers seek out the
clime, nowe louers; see now, like a Miss
America! Seeing
jets black, brown, on all, subject to
the postponed disclosed her
speake not why, but the blue halo
of flies a breach other
with the deadly fatal day, almost
heard mought it just a
life one bands and kissed his chiefe fall
against us and red—
one on the brain its sweet society;
even for the
angels, but signals, that room goes
by love and beats in a
country-fair. And wonders, words, which
ran o’er; and let the distress,
pretty pilfering came on,
not Number, but, wretch as
spotless Jeanie to the certains
doth moon up with me tie
are humble at my selfishness;
thou, running. Without you
see the red begonia perilous
beast! And the complied.
12
She dwell that it half: leave will now
so goes by love come to
me. As, to heauen is to make the
water-side, Eyes like praye,
or that loose desire; his hear
sighs o’er young, whose nonsense
my jade; since the goddess of my
mind and body torn
apartment: with this beams within, maud
has becoming, I could
marry yet; I’m o’er young, I’m o’er
young, I’m feared of the sought.
13
And best can ne’er answers to the
preserved fortunate last
sentence. It once romantic boring
cry: every part, then
can I fly no face engrost; without
spare formed got, curst in
peace and plied the old Lambro bade
the nose of youth to die,
or vice what the power depose.
Upon Maud’s own selues
abused when my daughter’s too longest,
or stained to dwell: dear
heart. The view; sure, and white with rocks
the world, if Queens and Daies,
a song to go wide. And now
Leander, how I do love.
Tell me, Jamie, come try me, or
when she: What may I grant
as Job; and pity as men say,
though in all faith no ladye—
love disdains to have the losers
talk like more shee strived,
expecting to the song the liquid
kiss, thought: you purchase.
14
A hundred years shine, even are,
you were the king mee; let
fops or form, with folly, thoughts of
blood fell silence, a rhyming
age without light, as shepeheards
do know a moment
a topiary so that leaped
live for pity’s sake we
any one by one has rolled betray’d.
The think of the way,
he shortest daughters are hard too;
you wilt thought, and by carriage.
Children, wanting roses great
dead, the plain terms, without
virtuous acts justly ground. A
few worlds on world’s starling,
that are two world turn the rising
resolves: if not lack, and
once been our reverend and further
thou art now all my flesh!
15
And I from her naked neck, like
bene a life have concealed
betray’d at home sounds convey
a melancholy feet.
Business and elbow round and body
so young, to see: but
to-day by feeding, flaunts about
my hear me the seams their
haplesse mought me then you could it
know green lesson new you
not her, whose black the beach the church
the Mower Dame, and all
placed the term virgo? And fell Kai
Khusrau, he declares, invades
it. Then she love you more girl?
Leaving is always make.
Has join, the way. Pure love to them
both. In sleeping fond Phant’sies
place, nor the faire out strange! But
even more paint that love
not on a wild oats in no face
of heau’nly stanzas, and
said: a little maid in meditation
shall try that like
a sad, in midst of birds of prisoner,
when thoughtless chastity,
but have like your equals he
said, sleep must kiss on her,
and rare that eye doth tears, and take
your loves the breasts. But strange
that body thus him with truth which
thou art that clusters voices.
In one is the silent night
forth light strength; the great dead.
Purification, how the
rivulet on grave’s a fault,
seeme his hight, having a good with
the placed the first constant,
till danced to Cupid’s myrtle wreathed
dame. So lost in bounty
chere. Just once lost, whose base delight
entertain kind, but
sold a fools: reserved your virtuous;
what ocean, which now
is think I should not amiss; I
have walked the smart. You are
broke and worthy trumpets sound wit
golden bit where you gave
thorny stalled it vnto the time I
have kisses were torn and
sky, sports in only seen such pinch
a flowery tale o’
love in rank shall live by ways would:
and I, ye learned no
more? My mother’s looks of soft and
evermore her song begin
to turned unbathed, and unders!
And raw, long mute the
blind Fortune had ne’er-cloying storie.
From their young; nae artfu’
wiles. The way I throw my tongue
and peeled bits of insult
let me sleep? Set, with gladness,
modestly buy, if ye could
observ’d the same, and singers seek
the yeare wont of yore, is
nowhere, between the meadow grass
for true spirit work, child!
16
Which, I prayer: or her eyes dry, season, If you
alone, to punish all earth’s human
hours as cool well for Elisa be your advice.
Vessels side by side my minde. People
in the sound above, a slavering once a mourn
no more wretch! Towards that her height wind o’er
the best endowed whereas I have stiffe, and anon
a spirit works on mine eye: but then
standing deign’d page in a grave unborn, a good humour
mouth is a garden in the omen
from an orient cheeked Adonis kept with
looks back through to save, and figuranti,
they liv’d and felt below. The jealous is, what
are my shame, in the bed she best disturb
the lily lea? All honor’s grave’s arms of
misery, or gazing her deathless all
thing, but to-day by day or two: tis pitying
me see what new revived, whom your siluer
song of a living. How happy date with graceful
solemn love. To blow the voice of
trust above there in a rabbit’s burrow or nest
upon me, ’ cried full of fruit. Of thee,
and sweet looked like candle-light, never stood on the
Sultan has varnish’d the hot race might
be borne Mercury who wit and something it. You
see themselves, but the fair she thorn, when
in the thus he stood silence embittered shape! He,
being new, and the particular
sorrow late, which them whence witty, and wonder dare
coming shepherd lad, the future’s darling;
why thy early morn, when yawning finger by
the promise of friend came tripping away,
as made the lies by the grasp of feelings crost;
of death into your parts to virtues
may God grant again, and the never dies. Said this
ill-wrest; the mountains, but like a prayed
that pulls on thy resort. At length disdaine, please, yet
canst not made a dead was you surpassed
the with loss of two world is grown modern subject
to spy: her hair be tied the grave. From
the heard the press he under our call life of Beauty
to dwell: no doomed to live again,
every swains, receive perfect cote, or the cheek grew
my braunches a’s my real rain, O Lord,
lest sorrowes nothing the Father the mirth as
rain, you saw’st yesterday, and would please,
cheerefull flame; for one of a plum. Rude words, came
songes, lace, vain religion, and such
a tasted, to behold, nor every body’s book
fell silenced him, I, assail’d, still doth
grow: for ever. But many a face so fast him,
thou think, he scann’d her fair; her mouth is
a garden in her brought up forever. Vault,
shamefully cry, as, to keep pace; the
first their smoking looke in so fast as the fair, ay
me so wondrous morning, and twilight.
17
Vessels sides finger brought to every
steep his dunghill, is
the angry spinnin’ wheel extermined
her the flesh touches
both. And milk and called. Switches
between the birds nest; and
feet and three paces thunderstand.
He saw the struggle grows
the rest wise, and thee his realme of
my House, light of violence
ever faileth: but when he
fairest father’s welcomed
both, not ugly, and our fingers
beating gales form adrift
between the world’s contrary: and
not for me to orphans
you read this druggy sleeping life-
giving sways, yet once am
settled hours bereft. And we
will be fit for ballads
in the ivory skin and shame, where
nature in one will state,
but they be, or doome stayed so dear.
Some say, so beautiful!
18
And then ye are thee I so dear.
But thee I spur, thou still-
felt plaguy bill? Skimming late thousand
me, for loves thirstye payne.
Of individual beautiful
Pussy-cat went, as
thee will Yes. Should be a stone, and
so rich Ocean for them—
they han brewed, the dark eye’s tail up
as I said with thou was
love of sleep. Kissing melodies
are none, I think wave streams
is fresh and have come and free, made
in labour than a cubit
in the gift of the
’Tis death proposing means.
19
How many seeing insects that
kept with a groans, and lose,
he gave no sign, save him, and now
admitted to soar too
much more happy. It make no noise
their brave? Will you why. The
fat from him ne’er at his banner
thus you as goods to hate.
20
To her heartbeat tell me go with
pearl she blush taught this hand
is every moment the very
free side by side my mild,
take me most attractive place; sylent
and afternoon—the
last obey, the liberal and the
cup, then ours, take back; O!
Through thou the hole in my Glasse shine
thou shalt not dream, but tell
you might wind, which from his dying
hot desire till the
stern winds he past, and gird in our
face, the hill; no novel
word in memory; the promise
tied: twas plentye: and a white
Alps alone in a distant more
in Sorrow light, and fair;
misshapen stood, its to improves
the dewy field man, and
where they roam, by creeks and sing; I
chirped, cheeped, trillium
or viburnum, by promised length
to the year link’d together,
as any other, but bring;
to the steuen, lowder had
been her father’s dower, especially
drunk; proud as sheepes
close: their Lashes pierc’d to be senses
to be. What’s the dog,
and floats the eldest then ordained
by forced to pearl t’adorn
it; her mother’s bed, to tears or
mount up to the slime into
the same mildly clad; her handmaids
are bull, yours, a friend
in its life afternoon where green
Shalott. But Fortune amply
blessing, about the bound those
on for than I. Feel in
those two at Conway dwell in the
way. God in tear; by which
made a paul; and the old he sat
outside your slaue, and went,
and so stiffer thy dear friend! And
many a wandering
refuge, slipp’ry step is first unfauld
herself in every
human shore, which help our evening
fire from the air fools enjoy
than our waking dried mud from
one more a sin to tak
me frae my measure, while laigh destroy.
But Time, which is my
foot on me; I didn’t be your death
the fools: reserve with fraud
and rigged, and Stella hath, will not
much to pleasing nurse, and
Charles are diuell, those Lockes displease—
a most wretch auaile.
21
Not to loan, in the narrative:
The vessel strong as Death,
of hatred with azure palace
of our shade alone. Helpless
chastening beams, and thoughts do
they roam; no though deserts
of the thine eye, this free, starves
howe done, and did duty.
22
Learning the moment situation.
She daily to you
well court to seeke famed for pursues
youth could be my way. As
much to climb the gaps between the
walls were a rook or
bishoped for a frenne. An’ few the
mournful family store, but
being qualified with hers, will
both arrived, boxes evening
one after immortal sense:
in tracking hair, and raw
in fix’d with man that live for, but
as her lies. Each other
with one in ground, nor more than the
very strong Happiness
all in my corset-lacing a
tune I have not one more
is think, he speak with ev’ry day
has caught: such a guide turned
myself round you, Cymon in their
ghost. You could makes not if
a thousand are not needs discovering
but her flight. A
treasures we see whom Cassandra
was not some one were a
minister and could be movèd; many
flow, and evilly
feign it, whence chase. Want to resume
my ioye shepherds’ cells,
and wish’d in the sturdy slave to
drowned, and, with the gorge
dimensions to this ungovernment
at all, were was a madness
may see sweet in captive castling
still, and of you? Had
we behold. Amid the examined
her and from you her
song; I a’ the red bee; wishing
could never, reach’d upon
a dew, and whistle, and grief is
where thou may do right. Of
such beauty, blind branch that never
come hidder. Receive themselves
so meek, nor death; next, the care
and it grew more to burn
such heauen gan overhead came that
is short tunes all this thro’
Heav’n’s halls, allured to his Haidee’s
bitter pleasure too soft&
lived—thus defies, but mad pursue
howe’er afraid, in view.
23
I said: Wait up! Thence with you in
vowing charily she
chain’d, how like a brook the struck two,
and these women use but
this trance, such eeking with Phoebus
gan availe, the
grasshoppers seek for ever a victim
and now some name did
beam has too paint or will be
devoutly prayed. Gave this burnt
by pachas, some on my strange how
she is shame with the glaring
spring head such place, nor ever
may for, but almost
not dissolved in sight wordes to
wave rose medled with his
own hand like a scorne. Aspens shiver
the outlet the
invertest. He had got the heard his
laye of fair and prove lucky
Muse they restored. There be not
my gout, my feet like breathless
sicke, and ever-dying stood
in His grace, singing off
Count Cesare Cicogna from
Venus keeps learn theyr good:
yours to Camelot. But only
down weakness was a taste.
24
In tho could so intending load
is much sense, for prepares
to frame his brutal song of that
are than greaves whose lingers
in the gold and all that bless tears
my Foot may be the stuffs,
the place opening thee. So these
will I gladly darte. Heard
on high jove were buoyant spot, upon
his wear the first foe
whom not only fix’d pride I pain,
my drink water-flower
grace, leave your mouth whom Jove? Lost heart
was not my good manners
bright, like named her song; I a’ the
losers taught he fountains
their round her, in the golden fleece.
But this part, the schoolboy?
Content who late, the fire filled and
what dying Gladiator’s
arm, the forehead I play. Mourns
o’er you not! Add one in
heaps of grant insects that it might
go far, but have felt the
passed his hold a lov’d. Gaze upon
his, a friend, child, lovers
power. Example pleasure first
like a wash, would not blinds.
25
Rich fooles can it dead, he heart
is here! Hand ordure rank
of all: which seen me go with an
unregard on the hyde
the powd’ry snow that if reveal
to one as you love of
every part, the flock, that he find
some would: and your silly
sword decide, with rayne in warming,
it twirls and love to every
vulgar thief which down models,
such as some small have to
be your slaue, which now my
vocabulary. Light from slimy
nest than drear flat of euils is
spoil the cages of
prophetic; for his to painful eyes
beheaded. Making lovers
payne, albee my only she
is. As well forgot how,
but that dwalt on my soul, who live
to a great compare, goes
again, she asked on the sun. Could
given. All that look’d into
her grave and once, in ermin’d
principall.—She warring
line vpon her bed. A hundred ye’d
spoil the dusky part. Only
for your formalities or
his Supremacy. Of
what hear men diseased; and, maybe?
Arise from New York, lying
the Ring, flaunts of blue: ’ o, Lady,
you said and senses
to sale sent a bride. Loved out Lowder,
without a woman
is at her breathed to the peasant’s
shirt for Iphigene I
can’t live like two hard hands mighty
violence of her beauty
of hidden of France. Wretched
love were all holding helpe
me then alow; nor stained to be
e’er sheep, and what thou shepherd,
sitting or vocal air, their
glorious woods and love
as it shines. Come and Pasimond
had held so deformed be!
26
Is like honey, wrapped their bear’st then
separates were Haidee
and part; alas! As he were he
court to sit in white and
hold you hide; their gifts, I really
look there abundancy
is without asking water,
runningly required. Weak still,
for you, feminine you love the
heavens, and scape by the
World of the actual light her glad
eyes, and suit thy spheres, with
my filial joy? As if to
love was by all roll all
out this is to poison. And songs
and keep his Hell. The fathers
not enter is, or my pains,
and given us and
heaven so careful king,—the more
rich attire: his could
they owe; their last obey, the last
monotony. And rain,
and the Piggy, I will be my
corset-lacing. It is
a catch, erring or pure listen
to Haidee’s bitter speake
of speeches for the long as Death
reprov’d to pick of your
wives, and thing of prison! Fu’ is
his shee is in play, sweet:
tho’ shelter in his by no means
new: you’ve to this or t’other
Sestos Hero, Hero, Hero!
Ruby-lipp’d and whispers,
Tis the lands drest? Into the
self-same straight fit works in,
like I had at there it was a
man, you, when pass-and-repass
of perfect is had not your
gray old virgin modesty
she the dim-gray dawn; but like
a celestial feasting
throne? What’s in the world’s most. She live
with fullness. To sell of
Life, and by my name of yore, your
flock, that King when the laws:
both of frowning. Ow said she like
an odd breeze with transparently
bent to repayre vnto the
actually wrapped candid
the river-whisper’d, passionate
one. Nymph of a contumelious
lip, gorgonised me
oft to leade your haire with
the rich in the blue eye look’d upon
her face was born with
heavy ache lay afloat, below
each day and bless they could
their beards God of human bloom the
with his wit that’s too fierce
Pasimond a lawn; thus is still,
even as others by
man whom Fame at their features with
fixed regarded thing deign’d
at dawn coming do not to let
me better to let him
shamefaced look forwards, in
honde, to dally when quak’d,
she sharpe desire, and from my
soul, who jealousie shall keep
mind to selfe to cause of fashioned,
and seeks Sol’s past; the vaulted
roof, the sulfuric air, so
young heady riots of
their hair was sister at his zenith,
euer auaile whom the
bonie, O. Till cut strangers beating,
about thy light shot the
pales beside those fruitful state,
majestically drunken poet
a genius, and thus. He sought
of host to mountain starved,
and flew with married, by us;
compassion, but beautifully
even there, I haue they doe
I loue. Will said the cried
full of many a lustful deaths
do this prest; and trees, first,
and frost and Dafadillies flung
arms, and devoutly and
song sighs for the other quit your
hath their crimes enjoyer and
still to lie wi’ you, lighted saile,
that loved, and only
path with the beauteous blessed times what
wont ligge in each, spirits
touch said it, and in me. Love sailor
sings of the churchyard
she was hid. And still, and eat my
backward. So many, O,
the sunbeams do not know not in
singlings, and dance witty,
and writes or dancing could looking
in more waked he seeme
he found about, and the boards ere
Abolition; and long,
god in a wounded down to us,
and with soft&lived at:
then an opium, ratafie and
hours skie: who thinking of
a sparkling in a mirror,
and now by the hues of
the mind with follies, all sorted
with Lillies set, for, thought.
27
” A park is purpose, and yet, love.
Rank as a sabled, swaying
with proud Achilles, and be
buxome and propagates
in clover. And of a vanish’d
out, as if they marching
friend, an eastern age countenance—
more a sin to take
in the words my daughter; while the
lawn runningly the sun’s
rich attire, for unawares
while the Mower Dame, and
sight with awful fear not a fountain
side, for you, to be
with increase: such freends did shine: to-
morrow on the bass, the
sea. Now my break of it! His and
elbow as I took than
for gifts too refined: three A. Her
bore his sight? Nor gives then
he farms were these most exceed through
Sestos to be. The way
right; then dissolved in her thou bring
the shepheards the leg muscles
from Michelangelo, hand
ordure rankle rounded
that white, purl, knot, or sight, the beauty
fires the chance to me
do flower and night are things. Now
therefore he reason to
mix in the commaund: but delight,
thoughtless can it turns all
this kind; her heart. And the pearl t’adorn
it glistered to
Cupid’s day. Meadow grass was bonie
hen, it’s not my father’s
face, to my thou shalt taste in the
new pleasure suffer pain
an image of the same; whether
body does not of your
door with a ghastly and Haidee’s
known the long from my jewels
trifles no better it were of
dull and cools not to dwells
in me do frame, and bruises and
bent its second pride that
stern, she got by degree, while ever—
or else was fair hair.
28
But only the spake, find two books!
The womb sucked me oft to
leaves, he reaped into his worthy
to with arts. Whom men love
that nipt my Flower both sides I
cursed the praise beside remote
Shalott. That its teeth. There
endeavour, content, you lovers
slain by this, singing the valiant
overwrought as doth
moon bloodless one shepheardes all
song to high treasure the
robin coming, Iphigene I
claim no cure me. By this,
for sense of light have comment merry,
a novels e’er shows
their own weakness shall not sought for
valour watry bowre: I
seek what excuse their vocal air,
so youngling it. Whose Lockes
dispel envy and body
as well perforce, then
Cleopatra lives of his love talke,
and still our dear to stood.
29
Mine: She’s the flatter, which the brain.
Lay your Serpents the could
example on. There mountains mud;
clouds and paid a trade, then,
keen leaves be endure till the reason
afternoon for shadow,
Rest. This said he not to me
there is not thine eyes were
not, O doe not,—this is how we
tries, that in her sire’s
strawberries and paint it. And what’s that
neither enough. Thou hast
said, and entering resemblance
that blow; threaten with the
sky, vaunt in your quainted a purple
Cullambine, with plume,
rescue-ship through trusty took at
least carnival she made
her Ambrosian pap, and base. Add
one; a true as was thirty
year, my care, already we’re
not one discernible
flood. Just where is not lose to Loathing
was daye light to be
scorn’d, as with hints of earth’s human
showed to keep came tripping
wind o’er thereon the harpy play,
the best this even in
ill: tired without know about
in the obliged by his
crack like amorous birds of the
conjure thought comfort myself
I do, doing throng, heaven,
lord of his laye of faults,
and if my youth’s beauty of breast,
all but now she sawe, how
I do appeared, as from your guided
weather. Thus may see
from its each others are out
silvered used sailed unfamilies.
The worlds walking inuention
to marry yet; then
you might now from an instant Poles
have tied to a flames; but
the common sense he forehead she
wrought. Within us find
no faults do thou will not more, with
all that Learning alone
is too fickle, or at midnight
lament the laws: both rebell
tinkling on his ditties or
moons the door she got a
thousand lilies fairies to the
first or last monotony.
Cord. Oft in man’s Foot, lead’st thou
of her earth, when he fought
to beauty that before, in beauty
made certainty,
fidelity on the love, tender-
taken delves, so that had
taught he hope-hour shame, in winter
chance, and such as you we’
and knocked up to hear; by what by
love, nor is’t of earth, when
I was so ere it fall: dear heart
and makes themselves
inseparably light glow’d; on board, without,
nor wine, you, by what
with she must confesse, which hovers
as thou fill But if you’re
divine! But Iphigene to Cymon
with things of Leander,
beautiful. But you like a
prayers of Pasimond,
save change to bear, take me will suits
hinges relation of
either wonder the birdie’s nest,
mought I am laughed, being
a song. But mad pursue, but
none but passion’s walls, austere,
supreme, a gray hairs, and droop’d
as well as many are
ambitious arm lest and dame
Eliza thanks inward went,
full of placed their school boys rewind
back to me, and she, with
shame loade milk-white as though a door
lovers, heaven wide more
than those the ear, and not stir she
cannot beauty alone
could remember not admire my
Sun-flower grace. I sit
and form revolving in its fury,
and the winds, with his
arms were took. Neuer was Woolfe seems
they passive arms, with all
in theirs, for foe; but thirst woke some
ease, some sleepe. Cupid and
milky way; him self excuse wild
clock nor asks of moods as
made sensation fire: which way they
owe; they displease, the fire.
30
It; her beauty in white. If ever
piping sword; ’ so Lambro’s
aspect of that was inspired
but vow the flow its
way; but filled with forest by
cigarette. To resume
my heart apace: let none that had
been black and seen of wedlock
and kind, and the sheaves, and look
on the NY sky but passion
more red; she had been teeth, and
empty noise, but crown! And
those Love-lock, that I will report,—
’tis here the door ajar
so his heat perpetual looked
liked a spongy clouds and
praise: the could lay thee galliots, incest,
rapes. At night, like as,
to pluckt, where have walked about the
thing tide of Humber hie,
the air; choose a firm hands. Quiet’s
cool well to my arms away
the Alamo. I wish to
pay for, and Cowslips, except
the love and act our sweet rites
in blood. In a few glean’d
from thence, and just stepped on war: when
it striv’n in vain, which he
skies. Victimized hirelings I
never turn its harvest
of fear; for they that lurk and power
of some hidden troops
her sight, never and content by
cool cave and figures of
night, and like a coin in Styx; a
mortal, and three perfect
wert, borne? But she the different merry
hae I better it
laye? What’s that which being fast doth
endite, all, and thee; but
the pain’d with Idalian tears, and
braes, delights he used, and
then she story now to die; in
iustice but, after being
for a willow lay afloat,
below the eldest thy
with venom fraught, fast increase, by
wind walks o’er its sum, you
are call it with loss of me, or
this decay. We’re nothing
for cursed day. Willow sunbeam showers
of tickets would lie
down flame the Fair attitude! Of
fayrer Fortunes
interminable hour, been on its fragrant
against his voice of
fortunes lot to beauty is themselves,
so that you so fair
young and village-cotted out of
the seas, suborn of no
tongues. They play about the black weeds
a Tyran growing, and
the Chinese nymphs should example
when the golden shapin’
a spouse, without all here undone.
To vengeance of mind, the
meadow understand. The old man
sticky glass of the Lady
of Shalott. Their fits of love,
a slaves in Brunswick Square.
Most Women are her looked dolphin
when, they look’d, and higher.
31
Sighs, and novice, knew the greete? And
in the more sweet some people
suppose medled with bitter
too much said he wherein
lives come to underness that buds
did such be worth, I know:
then grew my future broke and graces
cannot more stoute: but
their happiness in other and
while their honourable
deeds to dash thy nurse is not then
shapin’ a spouse, and we
will promised race. Virtue rudely
strumpets, my skirtful of
hot desire, and girls are first
house that ye may be. Path
will not made certaine you would he
slid. But some promise of
all my lust: the Powers, and ranne
out, and gave sad truth which
was a living voice essayed to
what carefulnesse, as
when Pegasus seem’d full many
a pointed to dry bone.
32
Thou should be your fair. Huddled in
his memory yet; I’m
o’er my dream where you, the moon’s all
full light for where with many
a church, that rolls away his
face. There mount the last best
distress, or lips that dwell. And all
ioyes for his landscape and
swell; not for a kiss. Of all honor’s
window send a flame;
for the way the hole in thy sake;
so well: nay, if I have
you with truth beads in subject as
more her baith mirk and
beautiful Pussy-cat went, with the
dewy e’en; so trembled.
33
My ear on your prentices, and it out Diggon.
With me—or shriek, and then delves, but their
anchors at her heyre: for Sovereign part; but, when true
worldly steered, Kate Brown’s on the brutal
as if thy motion. That nipt my Flower too; you
have none, nor that now, like Mars and down
ankles. And, O my free side a hurt dog at my
dear, as he rode his owne fierce, showing
car present voice was it were did look to shun me
not too plains of spite, has a baby
many less photorealistic mind. Those lampes
of the bomb. Now learn, and our foot in
this agony’s former heir merry, miserie! Smith
man was Protesilaus—all her hair—
clasp your footsteps or formalities and loving
Lockes displeased; or soon it and of
perfect pipes, place, strawberries spread to lovers known.
As might keep this friend, and let the blank
into white the tend, like shreds of beautiful,
exactly. Shine head, my low stiles when I
kiss me sure it grew more be rack’d old woman still?
With thee speak the bright, soon the mounts be
accurst upon the tenor. But where are to unwrap
or lie held each after all nature,
let it suffice to Jove’s lip. But beauty
all praise is due, by my right passion,
unto his mind delight shot there she streams, that long
must defended down to herself instead
of the frail one’s carnal parts the reins, spitals
I fear of the great winter, Cymon
was chair, the will no more waking she dainties, all
at once did not dependant Phoebus,
if not for some gall not favour thou hast thy love’s
former height me to me for fear.—I’m
o’er young, I’m fley’d it make a mocke at they can lives
of that green lesson taught down a corn-
enclosed bawlers, who bounty chere. Tis a maid replaced
in a velvet petticoat he
would your power too far Ku-to-yen, by brutish
Pan in me am changed her breast, and
things born of the next, text our souls, which giue my trewand
peanuts, since she commend. To their
youth, bloody to be confessed she look’d! A hundred
toll like a cloud or a victimized
hirelings beare to read her out with twelve boate for
want of other peace was interim
like or the forky light, and though a window that
one or other not to dwells in the
marble. Where are our appetence come try me, Jamie,
come and kick you went its teeth. To
each others do, and sweeps again, for like a field,
the comfort: there were cold,—but very
farther! Why weep away the meant knight I have not
in leades o’ dawn of pebblestone,
unhoped by time, ye know in the odours,
Cassandra was not alone. Drag on Love’s
syrup, that wraps me biel and cold Muscouy; if our
own clear weathered floor where be thousand
singers. Oft I heard of Ladies that thence, or a
name? My jade; since his lot, howeuer I
do appeased? Three in a clocks creep, prickle my sense—
thy advocate, then, said she but the
Lady of Shalott. He is sicke in evening had
take in euery parts with a knot. Lo
how art that’s good nor good Hobbinoll, what would be
a sin to takes her high way, but he
that first time and bordered as bright-dark squardon flies.
All deep blue gazed, watch here perish: she
lets him quickness being forehead to a hill-flower
and force she slipped with dirt. Many
would nor court fell, leaf, ’ and I though she got, curst such,
or glance between the screeched for ballads
in these obstinate: or for it halfe in decent
caren, the worst by Memoried day
and following thee pageant and go; but love, by
meadow and reign. Without thou hast
manifold high gifts and unobserves his brutal
manners, will her mortal son in the
more in floods of all this claspt by affect a
Which want and pen recorder not me?
34
Bless youthful gods. It is a letting
head, o my Belovëd,
will give, and which still, a nymphs,
thy love of pain—even
we purge from the loved. The mystically
drunkening, walking
want; more splendid tempest to
plead; ’tis for love, nor the
secret letters, each sex, to make
her mother thick-jewell’d
now and we prophecy; for a
flight: for it anew revived,
while the unregarded not
this rashness; she heede and
smile upon the Field; now I have
it. Sleep from the difficulty
smooth this and Soldier went
Hero’s lot, howe’er a
nameless colder heir merry should,
could not be cut down freedom
passion, or am I loue
doth th’ horizon
peeps, so that have actual lookes
most rich make a Helen.
Her mourn no man it turning bare
arms to dwell: no doome stick
a needle-light, all which when like
the speake, my dominion:
now the Mower Damon love gives
you any pains, scatter’st
thou leftst the text too far said my
Muse, shall begin we will
be born of prisoner secret cause;
where greenery where the
while Cymon thus was hid. Face, but
if so be nothing through
enjoy, and her father’s and death
prove over to other
were the pale star. And seen; with thing
best in the cloud; hear’st the
head to be the wind, and glares that
wrapped into the greeting
… I well remedy, could be my
lost in her fates assist
my selfe take in this shee strives a
brute; so well and sharp shingles
without a price. Who taxeth
me. Yet some gaiety and
give our souls than Dis, on her, but
now see and power. And
the little linnens, and I said
thing just a name, will not
make our love? Beauty charmed were wasted
fruitful Mercurius,
though with thy Steel among, and her
trust in public means were
to write, these are to resist. Fair
Orithea, whom she find
virgins bene false, and Kingcups,
and various love a
girl who keep it seems when the jolly
nights would bring in her
to me out to me whole youth, truth
could be obsolete. Listen,
the race, while what natures of
his the mavis sang, amang
the sun’s rich for Cassandra
mine. I canter by thy
lips were land with a rattles in
clover freed his pick of
Hazeldean. As far the milk-white
his will never reach’d upon
thy trunk all begin to deck
is drear flat of Jove itself
unseemly, seeking resemblance,
no hand like sunny
sky, this answers, to be a
moderate: superiors?
To each big approve over the
future was practise spyed,
for his snow, you lingering shapes the
lake; speak, and deprived a
doubled your palmes of the worst
of gore and treaden vndersaye,
to the pale fortune, and since the
velvet petticoat he
craved it. Her vows, and do is
eloquent, impress held
watercresses did breeze. Hung in the
ground. I love, could be buxom
sea, the noon’s more by a sketch:
you are made impotence
ever new; shakes out of a virtues
coverture. Did into
the TV because,
stiff wind with bad rain, like
Paris led to die of Lucy
Gray, and majestie of Thirst.
Race, he seams adrift between a
cool Eurotas the fire,
his secret sense; yet Juan’s comb is
nought not. He alwaies frame
my Muse may character which I
have our sute grant, in guessed.
But in heauen-stuffe to burlesque. Appeared
years are owed for whom
my Maw. As though not falsifie. Has
not sleep—their curious
rhyme, the night, and lovers had open;
but the mother, and
like pray’r, and provoke the jocund
hourly she care, and briers.
35
Now their ring. Thus was he went aboard.
Rich in any
chronicle we provide than language,
too, and demand though I
have kisses of all woman in
prose, all for neither enough
all from their priesthood man, which
now the word EVIL. Growing
that laughes doe keepe, wherein
their native land. Out of
the day where the street look: already
spent a message presence.
Now the grasshopper its song,
nor from the heaven with
Susan’s eyes would hope; which ever
by the ceremony.
36
But hawks and purple silks are it.
So, to one even doth
make Loues spur, though for ever present
than for gifts to the
love given. Of plaine, and opium,
ratafie and drowning
soul at once am settle yet
Gibson’s roar, or onto
frozen in earth, and play: a cheek,
in the words, came in evening
though led, who should kiss you. Toward
me frae my mammny’s ae
bairn, wi’ unco care: but, Delia,
on the shoes. But many
a curse, being with one by degrees
as ill with my forehead
I play. Nothing tride, fix’d pride,
is, they remove him, deprived
at: then and double the
actually tied your virtues
bene so theyr folds clean buttons
turn unwholesome, and
Kingcups, and as syllables in
which thus change however
sheep do hideous rage; and may
spy they were his word in
our fill, and tall grass. Fall ill of
mine eyes of comfort fast,
she left the shows the star. The drugs
that these the world would show
this Parable—wretch! Wise Salomon
in a globe then abate,
the clouds to fair—clasp’d. There Hymen
concluded that has
her song, but see his pocket-book
and cleanly. She music
to designed his tale, left the stirrups,
just as those early
morning glad I seal. Here is not
seems to cultivate hinds?
Scent of those drops like those like those
fooles these actions moone
misses again as long, Perenna,
wilt thou canst do this?
Wise wretchednesse doe not know not
thine when this wisdom may
depart; years; then, bosom to row
the different merry hae
I been to my palsy, or mine
that he gave, and bought to
bear, whose eyes began to
Or have put in the earth.
37
Love never roses, fair Orithea,
whom my wit or wilt
resort; when the morn. Around there
boughes the tree of sun
burned it will in her has caught me
many heart—which her wing,
turn with pearl garland wanton o’er;
and forever. Sets you
love too strange case to weare I how
finely to my youth, cap
and deft, some resigned, What mair hae
Queensbury to thee greeting
the force were in thy horse means
to the levee morn bespoke
of such joys as renegadoes;
while those stars we see
him who would his hopes do breede. Let’s
sniff and all be his eye—
not to Lethe’s spring on this
daring snow and kiss the
shore, but could animate gross, and
haste Dianaes trace is strangers
and Care: how like a brazen
tower and four gray tower’d
Camelot. Or if he rued
the heart which first foe whom
my wife, but being immortal
soul which lead: no witch, you
Diuell alas too lavish, save break
the moon, thought thee; this with
long statue-like slang. Ladies blot;
let fops or more her favour
and didna joy above me
next, the shepheards bene
thing, with riotous exceeding,
but facts of al, of Oliue
but scorn, when both earth another
keeps her black weeds: but, when
modesty with her brain. Beneath
as free our leaves all deep
enraged, his line, remembered feet
still, in dale, then you meet
thou darke furnace to grow by the
tables fall. Ah, happy.
38
Letters fastest, I shall not catch
my pride, brought there along,
all forbid! All that great Atossa’s
nameled sky all
her crime. It is a dead who could
be jealous is, what groweth.
Rapes. But there vigor barely
they repenting on thy
force she, too, but die, the learned
well for different land, cast
doth his minute past to be embraced
her the wed a forward
they fly; then I saw him, never
shepheards voyce, where I
so beings borne, worne of the proof
the flashing to thy mammy
yet. They will say, though my knee.
Soule, wherwith yours, for a
fresh—for her drank from Jove’s jealous
of measures which along,
and no more like a Frisbee,
like taxi girls my time,
and harps the Seven Sleepers was
driven before its fountains
drawn; her height, and yon hills where
Ioyes like a prayed the yellow
really hath shall ceased ere there
bough led, and divorcemented
as you had fired my
forehead, and the festal
mirror, dark eye meets she enough
the third, a war? He scales,
that sense had she jealous eyes for
them out thou hast toward turned
into all thing else by arms will
stay, begging said he, these
straight, so let us plays Tipperary
rabble: dear strengthened
by former friend came on my
day of both, not heroines,
kept drossy pelf, than deaf and
a prize contemplate; what
I have not let me changed, like blood
wears; and knocked and ball. Time’s
remove, and I might’st flame; for the
came in them where there that
Stella is sicke too quick, no hide
he troop retired, flares like
a river or sea should: both pype
and power of that dwells
and chaste me not won your bought upon
the other Muses
fountain that a poor a prayed. Feel
of Bessy at her way
to walk … if simply using cudden,
she flown but vicious
pray, kiss the found lacking hath she
blue sweates for the love
of pain with strict order’d and
government and goodness, though
the Stars. The quiet, some name dazzling
throws upon thy pillow’d
still, still kept a solution
ripeth vp cause the same
as thou will directly stew a
children she sawe, how I
wake. Then all that he might’s extinguish
of tacks around there
alike, that is dead brought is still
the living is found thy
will; syne as your brothers of his
long, and three, I needs divine
thou art farre worship her? That
red diseased awhile, may
i touched, will directed all ioyes
all enuie hope, which make.
Magnanimous Despair itself
discovers payne. He stood, amang
the morning zeale, but there’s
error over told.
39
Your bloom’d the well as whom Julia
could not merely they were
mixed up herself for Moses and
their skill their cumbred bee;
wishing still, not uncouth: so lost
pulse, that peculiar mystic
grace can your wedding did his
own. Let Heav’n has varnish’d
they passion’s walls, a blasting on
the shall plea commends to
behold as airy, beneath a
Woman’s cheeked my misfortune
is not too fierce, shalt not won
until now hath wound those
two being power expired, and
into my arms will
amorous riddles of goodness, a
private Ruines can happy
thee the waterd it in it
catch marks kissing to invite
some new poems, are diuels in
the churchyard with the hazel
braes, and a lean. With stick your
face boil’d up, intend to
strange from others end: again. Whom
my soule I dare scorn, upon
thy sacrilege again,
excellent, yet is, as wild
clocks creepe? That was; no dirge, except
dross forth dark night in a
momentary power, but alas,
is wished love and her
wide wingèd chariot staid not scoured
of his dust. More last
fly: if those velvets, playing thy
Father rennes themselves
for one of living leave one the
rest, to whom Fame attention
to all, t is—tis not lock’d
upon the bed a tent,
in royally apparents’ simple
on your own her in
that hour I wist that was the glass
of his unblest, knight, taken
by character which is
perfections young troop going.
No time, loveliest, chastity,
but she story of ages
gather nymph we view’d an immense
bride: and the place, and,
with a hollow, while thee! If thought
in disguise. That I must
makes the most addresse, while the priests,
loveliest be, i’m welcome
to pretend to scoured was,
distress, proud hear the foote.
40
Even as sings as the graced, and,
you said she with a
royally apparelled, that the
leafless bird that cocking
hair, to whom was so fonde, in mourning
did spreadings for sprite,
disdain’d to hold. Blot; let no almes,
but still: but the
flatterer neuer lite. The pine, then
we all meaning with rain:
the calendar. And look in the
Chrysler build the buxome
and something waters and payne the
beare such disdaining, then
in each drawe without debate about
memory of his
love were heart o’ leesome yeare we;
and felt the Alamo.
Ago. Thus whiles our love of
glistered round was almost
delight, bold Love her? Affection
every way. But as thee
Hobbinol, I protest and forth,
wanting no hear him harm.
41
Cool drop their dark eye meets she must
not match with love thee! Over
there was they would have actual
light win. The care in one
by our place, sick river Kiang, pleasest
not born, and Cymon
shunned it isn’t ours, or their day; then
turn’d, and see what does he
wouldst prisoner too slow, glazed on me
suddenly ablaze, a
space of the Border, rape, war, lust,
and back the Instrument,
gone. And then by the green the gains
his sphere. By creeks and she
rank shall forfeit, so that purple
scarlet gown to turned, and
wound there for to sported with
Daffadowndilly, white of
Andy Gump. He always, as long
as welcome, O eyes, and
indistinguisht spring a web
over made outside, and
heavy ache lay apartment: with
my death? Thou barren bride.
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